Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Vanilla and Bourbon
Tillie
Pacing the floor of the living room, I glared at the window that overlooked the water where Jason, Ryan, and Travis stood talking.
Like they hadn’t just shown up at my stepdad’s house and messed up my time alone and scared Gideon away.
I knew I should feel guilty for talking with him, but I couldn’t. Gideon needed me and I had the feeling that I needed him too. That
even though the others didn’t know him yet, I had a feeling that they would feel the same pull that I was feeling if they just met
him. It just felt right when he touched me. I got those same butterfly like feelings in the pit of my stomach and my heart beat
faster.
I just wished that I could make them see that. Crossing my arms, I looked out the window. Watching my mates as they looked out
at the water. Travis was still furious and I could see that anger beating against the back of my mind like a steady drum. It was
feeding into my own anger and I knew that I needed to figure out how to block that feeling or I was going to end up saying or
doing something that I didn’t want to do.
That wasn’t who I was, but damn it when he had glared down at me. His hard chest pressed against me, his eyes all dark. It did
something to my insides that I didn’t know it I liked yet. It was like something inside of me wanted to do what he wanted, even as
I had fought against the feeling.
I wasn’t going to give into that feeling. I couldn’t, I couldn’t back down from him about this. The things I felt for Gideon were like
what I felt for Travis. What I felt for Ryan and Jason. I could no more turn my back on them than I could on him.
Travis glared at Jason and I could see his lips moving. They were pulled back into a snarl and it looked like he was in pain. What
had Jason said to make him look at him like that? Like he had betrayed him. Anger flashed through me, white hot and burning.
Making me feel like the air had been knocked out of me.
I wrapped my arms around my waist, closing my eyes and trying to block out that feeling. There was a calmness in that storm of
emotions and I knew the moment that I felt it, that it was coming from Jason.
Jason. He was an alpha. He had been worried about going feral when I met him at Savage. If anyone could understand my
worries for Gideon, it would be him. I needed to talk with him, to see if there was any way that I could get him to help me with the
hunt.
If anyone would be willing to accept Gideon, I had a feeling that it would be him.

Hopefully, he would be able to help me talk to Ryan and Travis. They had to understand. I mean, they were shifters, too. Both of
them knew about going feral more than I could ever know about it.
Travis stalked away from Jason and Ryan, moving to the SUV. He shouted something at Jason but I felt something different from
anger. Something like understanding. I didn’t know what had happened out there but I felt relieved that maybe I would be able to
talk to him without wanting to have super angry sex with him now.
He made his way up the steps of the porch, his footsteps were heavy on the old wood. Jason and Ryan stood beside the lake
talking as Travis opened the door and came into the cabin.
“Sweets.” Travis called out and I turned away from the big window to look over at him. He closed the door, dropping his black
duffle bag off to the side. It was the same bag that he had used the night before last. The one that he had pulled the sex toys out
of. I hated the way that my lower belly tensed up like there was a coil tightening inside of me at seeing that bag.
It was an excitement that I had not thought I would be feeling at thinking about those toys that he had brought. The toys that
Ryan and Jason had used on me. What was wrong with me?
“What do you want, Travis?” I asked, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. I should feel like this, I shouldn’t be this turned
on right now. Yet, I was.
*Tillie, I’m sorry.” He said, walking into the living room until he stood in front of me. “If you want this, this wolf-”
“Gideon. His name is Gideon.” I corrected him.
“Gideon, if you want Gideon. If you feel the same thing that you feel for him when I touch you. Then I’ll learn to live with it.” He
reached out, gripping the back of my neck. Pulling me closer so that my body was pressed against his.
I uncrossed my arms, licking my bottom lip. His touch made me feel the same way that Gideon’s had. My heart raced and I felt
my nipples tighten, scraping against the thin cotton tank top that I had pulled on after my shower. “I do.”
He leaned down, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in my scent. His eyes slipped closed before he brushed his nose along my
jaw. “Vanilla and booze.” He growled, trailing his nose along my skin until I shook.
“Travis.” I whimpered, feeling goosebumps rise along my skin as he moved his nose lower.

“No, not booze. Bourbon, the expensive shit.” He groaned, his tongue darting out to trace along my jaw and then down to my
neck before he let out a growl. “Fuck, Tillie. You smell so god damn fuckable. Is it me my pussy is wet for, sweets?”